I'm losing touch
Seven ways from yesterday
Feels like I'm floating away from the Earth
Nobody gives a second look
Something is different, Pulses are speeding
I don't know where you want me to stand
I'm trying
But I'm falling behind
One last time
The crooked art
Of casualties on canvas
Doesn't get me moving
Like the way it used to be
You don't have to tell me I'm melodramatic
I gave what I thought you'd want me to be
But now that I'm free and not so dependent
It feels so out of time
Like a beat from a drum
That is losing it's rhythm
Like an angel that's hung over once again
Like a scene from a play
Where the backgrounds are falling
Like crying on a line that's disconnected
I wanted to thank you
For all that you've done for me
And although it seems unexplainably lonely
I can feel something
There was a time when I could relate
Happy to be a shoulder to cry on
But this is not then I've come to discover
We're falling away
Like a beat from a drum
That is losing it's rhythm
Like an angel that's hung over once again
Like a scene from a play
Where the backgrounds are falling
Like crying on a line that's disconnected
I thought I could make myself
Create myself remake myself
I thought I could be what you wanted me to be
I thought I could be
What you wanted me to be
Like a beat from a drum
That is losing it's rhythm
Like an angel that's hung over once again
Like a scene from a play
Where the backgrounds are falling
Like crying on a line that's disconnected